


Returning

by Alex_Marie



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Angst, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Battle, Duelling, Enemies to Friends, Flashbacks, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers, Grief/Mourning, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Insomnia, M/M, Magic, Nightmares, No Self-Harm, Other, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-War, Scars, Survivor Guilt
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2019-02-02
Updated: 2019-02-09
Packaged: 2019-10-21 05:05:10
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,896
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17636477
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Alex_Marie/pseuds/Alex_Marie
Summary: It's time to return to Hogwarts to finish their education, a special eighth year. The war is done and finished, all the rubble had been picked up and rebuilt.Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ron will return, along with everyone else who was lucky enough to survive the war. Everyone wants to put it behind them and move on but Harry doesn't think he can.It's only after the pressures and expectations of the war end, that the nightmares start coming, along with the panic attacks and the constant insomnia, also the never ending anxiety that's always inside him. But on that cold rainy day on the train back to Hogwarts Harry share a compartment with an unlikely friend. From that day on things start to change, whether for the better Harry doesn't know yet.





	1. Rude Awakening

**Author's Note:**

> Hey guys welcome to my story! Hope you enjoy!

_ He was running, trying desperately to get away. His chest was heaving and he was drenched in blood and kept tripping over his own injured leg. It was the graveyard all over again but this time he wasn’t as lucky as last time. His wand started cracking underneath his palm, Voldemort's sickening smile still fresh in his mind, Harry broke the connection and bolted. He ran, weaving through the tall headstones but he couldn’t find the cup and that as his only way back to Hogwarts, back to safety. _

 

_ The Death Eaters were chasing him, throwing curses at any part of him they could catch, it wouldn’t long before they caught up to him and brought him back to Voldemort so he could kill Harry at last, after fourteen long years. _

_ From behind him he could hear them getting along closer and he knew that his battle was about to end and the only thing Harry could do at this point was try and keep running but he heard that unforgettable voice behind him _

 

_ “CRUCIO!” Voldemort roared. _

 

_ The curse hit Harry straight in the back, in an instant his body was engulfed in pain, fire burning inside his veins, knifes ripping him to shreds, his head felt like it would surely explode, screaming louder than he has ever before but then it stopped, his body falling limply to the floor. The other Death Eaters stood by laughing and jeering, clearly enjoying his pain. _

 

_ “Well well Potter, did that hurt?” Voldemort sneered. Harry didn’t bother trying to get up again, he was done, everything hurt and he didn’t want to fight anymore, he didn’t want to live anymore, not after what just happened to Cedric, not when he knew it was his fault,  so he lay there upon the ground bloody and broken waiting for death to meet him. _

 

_ “Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, has given up…” said Voldemort quietly, slowly raising his wand higher. _

 

_ Harry knowing what was coming shut his eyes and waited, a whisper and a blinding green light came and he was no more….. _

 

Harry screamed, He screamed so loud that it felt like his throat was ripping apart. He sat up shakily, the sheets tangled in his legs making it hard. He felt the tears track their way down his face as he pushed his hand through his soaked hair and tried to suck in a breath but it wasn’t coming.

 

His hand reached up and grabbed at the shirt that suddenly felt very tight. He tried to take in another breath but it got caught in his throat and instead made a strangled sound. His other hand gripped the sheets so hard that his knuckles were white, He squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the panic that was building but it no use. The air wasn’t getting to his lungs and his chest was burning, the lack of oxygen was making his brain fuzzy. He willed his body not to pass out because he knew if he did he would fall right back into another nightmare and that was enough to make his calm down enough to take a small breath. Though it wasn’t enough to satisfy the aching feeling in his chest it was enough to make the room stop spinning. He sat there for a few more minutes just breathing, trying to keep the panic at bay.

 

Awhile later when his breathing had went back to normal he reached over to grab his glasses, he slid them onto his face and looked to the muggle clock on the wall and saw that he had only gotten an hour of sleep, he sighed knowing that he wasn't going to be able to get anymore anytime soon. So he got up and made his way towards the stairs to go down to the room he had been using as a study for the Malfoy trial. 

 

Harry walked in and saw all the papers and books strewn across the table and he waved his hand making everything float into neat piles. He sat down and looked at the pile in front of him, the trial was just in a few hours and Harry was pretty sure he knew what he was going to say but he was still nervous. He hadn’t been out in the public's eye since the end of the war and just thinking about it was making it hard to breathe again but he pushed the thought away before it could trigger another panic attack. 

 

He reached up and pushed his hand through his hair again, making it even more messier than it already was. He had gotten in contact with the Malfoys lawyer as soon as he had heard about the upcoming trial against the family for their crimes in the war, he told him that he wanted to be a defendant for them to help them and the lawyer had agreed. Harry had told him that he didn’t want the Malfoys to find out that he was going to defend them incase they rejected the action so they kept it quiet. Harry was going to come on as a anonymous witness and no one would be able to stop him because they had already signed and filed all the necessary paperwork in advance.

 

Harry looked up at the clock again only to realize that he had been sitting there for quite awhile, it was a quarter to eight and the trial started at nine so he stood up and made his way back upstairs to change. He changed into his best robes and tried to make his hair seem less of a disaster. He looked at his reflection and saw just how bad he it was, the pronounced bags under his eyes contrasting with the ghostly pale colour of his skin. He had lost some weight since the war because he just couldn’t keep up an appetite and his hair was as long as it was in his fourth year. He knew this was as best as it was going to get so he just sighed and made his way back down to stairs to grab his papers. 

 

He packed all his papers into a briefcase and made his way to the front door of Grimmauld place, He stood on the front steps locking the door and Apparated on the spot. He felt the air leave his lungs and he squeezed his eyes shut, his hand clenching hard around the case in his hand and suddenly he could breathe again. He opened his eyes and saw the giant wooden doors separating him and the trial room. 

 

He took a deep breath, hardening the resolve on his face, willing all of the emotions and feelings threatening to come out to say inside. This wasn’t a place to be emotional or even kind, he had to be calm and collected and serve them with the facts. He knew it was going to be difficult but Harry had feeling that for once the universe was on his side. So he gathered all the courage he could muster and pushed open the doors and stepped inside.

  
  
  
  



	2. The Honest Testimony

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> “The Malfoy family is free to go, they’re innocent.” The entire room stood in shock, some people cried out in disbelief but Harry couldn’t pay attention to that because he had done it. He had saved the family from being torn apart.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> This chapter is how I personally believe how the book should have continued but oh well, It exists here. I hope you guys enjoyed this one, I was thinking about it the entire time I was at work and spent most my break writing ideas on a napkin. As always feedback and criticism greatly appreciated.

When Harry walked in everybody looked up in shock but he ignored it, he walked forward and the wooden doors swung shut on their own behind him. He looked up and saw Fudge sitting in the Chief Warlock spot and he felt anger building inside of him. How could people still let him be in charge after everything that happened? Fudge looked at Harry with a pleasant expression and Harry had to hold himself back from throwing a curse at him, did he forget all the things he did to him. 

“Ah Mister Potter, what are you doing here?” Fudge asked in what Harry believed to be a fake pleasant voice. Harry's hand gripped the briefcase even tighter and he took a deep breath, sealing himself away. He couldn’t afford to let himself get too worked up.

“Sorry for being late but I’m here as a witness.” Harry said. Fudge did a double take and then grinned. Harry looked over at the Malfoys for the first time and they looked awful, not only that but they were terrified. He looked at their lawyer Mr.Turse and nodded towards him. He looked back towards the front and saw that Fudge was giddy in himself, stacking the papers in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucius Malfoy looking at his lawyer with a suspicious look but he pushed it from his mind. 

“A witness for the prosecution how wonderful, now please have a seat and we will get started.” Fudge said happily. Harry looked at him, his eyes narrowing.

“No, I am here as a witness for the defense.” He heard the gasps from those around him and even from behind him where the Malfoys were sitting. He was sure this wasn’t what they were expecting to happen when he walked in. He could feel the satisfaction inside of him and he had to stop himself was smiling on the outside for it would probably have a negative effect. 

He looked at Fudge and saw the confused and angry look on his face and it made him excited. Fudge looked towards the rest of the Wizengamot who all had the same looks of confusion. He looked at Harry and set his face, a tiny smile there.

“Well, you see Potter, to be a witness these things need to be done in advance. Sorry but it’s too late.” Fudge said with fake sympathy. Harry looked at him and saw the triumphant look in his eyes, thinking he had won but he had another thing coming.

“Well now you see I did do this in advance, it’s all right here.” Harry said innocently, holding up his briefcase. He saw Fudge's face drop and Harry had to stop himself from laughing out right at the man's face. Fudges face turned to one with a sour expression, almost as if he had swallowed a lemon drop.

“Very well Mr.Potter, please have a seat.” Fudge waved his wand and conjured a chair in the middle of the room. Harry walked forward and sat down gratefully, now having a little coverage from the prying eyes behind him. He looked up at Fudge expectedly and Fudge sputtered because he had been openly staring at Harry mouth open. 

Fudge looked to the Malfoys lawyer and he stood,  making his way up to the front of the courtroom. Once there he started laying out the case but Harry tuned him out, opting to stare at the gavel on Fudges stand. He had already read the case files pretty thoroughly and he knew exactly what Mr. Turse going to say so there wasn’t any point in listening to the man tell it now. 

A few minutes later Mr.Turse came to stand in front of him and Harry looked up.

“Mr.Potter, what is your defense on the Malfoy family?” Turse asked, his voice confident.

“The Malfoy family is innocent sir.” Harry said equally has confident. Sure the Malfoy family had made some mistakes but everyone deserves a second chance, even a first chance because he was sure that they didn’t have any choice if they had wanted to leave Voldemort's inner circle unless they wanted to die that is. 

All the colour in Fudges face drained and he opened his mouth flopping like a fish.

“You’re joking right?” Fudge questioned intensely. His eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

“I can assure you that I’m not joking.” Harry said seriously. He opened his case and stood pulling out a few papers. He looked directly at Fudge. “ The Malfoy family has helped me on several occasions throughout the war and without them, I wouldn’t have been able to defeat Voldemort.” 

Just as earlier there were gasps all around the room but Harry ignored them again, He was staring at Fudge who looked like he was going to have some sort of fit.

“What kind of rubbish is that?” Fudge demanded hotly. His face was a deep red, spreading down to his neck. The other council members were sharing confused looks with one another. 

“Rubbish? It's not rubbish!” He said coldly, glaring at Fudge. “The only thing that is rubbish is how you guys did nothing to help me! When I said Voldemort was back all of you turned your backs on me and said how I was just a delusional kid seeking attention. You are the one who made me an undesirable number one and sent Aurors after me while I was trying to save all of you cowards.” He could feel the tension in the room increase as he looked at all the guilty faces of the council members. Harry didn’t care if they felt guilty because it was too late to take back what they did.

“Back in the first war, it was proven that Lucius Malfoy had been a victim of the Imperious curse, who's to say that wasn’t the case this time?” Harry questioned. “ While I was on the run from _ you guys  _ I was captured by some snatchers and brought to where Voldemort's headquarters was, now before this had happened Hermione had shot my face with a jinx to disguise my features, so when we were brought in they asked Draco Malfoy to identify if it was me and he lied. He lied to an entire room of death eaters, in doing so he paved the path for us to escape.” 

The members of the council were staring at Harry with surprise in their eyes. He could see them carefully considering his words and he smiled on the inside.  _ Good, they were believing him _ he thought.

“Near the end of the battle, when Voldemort called for me saying he would cease attack on the students and teachers of Hogwarts I went. I walked into the forbidden forest alone and unarmed. I walked straight to where Voldemort was and for the  _ second time _ in my life he sent the killing curse at me and his aim was perfect. It hit me dead on, no pun intended. We were both thrown back in the blast and he saw me lying there, still, he believed me to be dead. But to be sure he sent Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy to confirm, they knew I wasn’t dead but they lied, to Voldemort's face and said I was. When they did that I was able to get the upper hand on him and finally kill him once and for all.” 

Harry looked around and saw everyone was stunned speechless, he internally smirked. He chanced a glance back at the Malfoy family and saw they were also surprised but they were concealing their features better. He made eye contact with Draco Malfoy and saw the utter relief in his eyes and he couldn’t help but smile at him briefly. Harry turned back around and saw the council members hunched together, whispering. After a minute they all stood, even though Fudge was the shortest of them all he stood the tallest.  _ He must be standing on a platform  _ Harry thought snidely 

“It appears that we did not have all the information for this trial.” Fudge said tensely. “It seems that we were wrong to try you guys as criminals when you helped set things in the right direction.” Harry was staring at Fudge and could see the vein in his forward throbbing. He could see where this was going, he knew that he had done it.

“The Malfoy family is free to go, they’re innocent.” The entire room stood in shock, some people cried out in disbelief but Harry couldn’t pay attention to that because he had done it. He had saved the family from being torn apart. 

Harry sat back down in his seat, slumping back a little. The exhaustion finally hitting him. He started piling the papers back into his briefcase and the people of the courtroom started filing out. 

When Harry finally stood he turned to see that the only people left was the Malfoy family. They were standing in a small huddle together, each one of them looking to be in some form of shock. Harry would probably feel the same way if roles were reversed. 

Harry took a deep breath and made his way over to the family.

 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Hope you guys enjoyed this one! I will try to post at least once a week but it just depends because I have school and work but I will do my best.
> 
> Until next time  
> XOXO~ Alex_Marie


	3. Flashes From The Past

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> “Because no one deserves to have their family torn apart.” Harry looked down and swallowed hard. “ Please use this chance to make things right with yourselfs.” Harry couldn’t look at them after that so he turned and walked towards the wooden doors that were still open from the previous outcomers. Once outside the doors he turned and Apparated on the spot, the familiar feeling of not being able to breathe doubling, when he squeezed his eyes shut a few tears slid down his face in the process.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Okay so this is a really important chapter because it shows character development for Harry and how much the war actually affected him. I found myself stuck a few times when I was writing this but I managed to get it done. Anyways the panic attacks that I write I write them how I usually experience them but they can be different for everyone. Hope you guys enjoy this one, as always feedback is greatly appriciated.

The family looked up expectedly when he approached them. Upclose Harry could see the worry lines etched into their faces but he also saw the pure relief swimming in their eyes. They were standing close together, Lucius and Narcissa arms encircled together and they both had a hand on Dracos shoulder, as if scared of losing each other. The action breaking Harry's heart even more.

Harry cleared his throat to catch their attention, he held out his hand to Lucius Malfoy and saw the surprise light up in his eyes but met his hand with his own shaking it firmly. 

“I don’t know why you did what you did but I am sincerely grateful” All the times he had spoken to the man he had never heard any emotion in his voice but now when he spoke his voice was full of it. Harry nodded his head. He turned towards Narcissa and Draco and took a breath to steady himself.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that you two had saved me during the war, without what you guys did for me I would have died.” Harry said seriously. Narcissa looked at him and nodded, the sadness in her eyes ever present because he was right, he was so close to death.

“Why did you do it?” Draco questioned, speaking up for the first time. Harry looked at him, a sad smile on his face, his resolve starting to crumble.

“Because no one deserves to have their family torn apart.” Harry looked down and swallowed hard. “ Please use this chance to make things right with yourselfs.” Harry couldn’t look at them after that so he turned and walked towards the wooden doors that were still open from the previous outcomers. Once outside the doors he turned and Apparated on the spot, the familiar feeling of not being able to breathe doubling, when he squeezed his eyes shut a few tears slid down his face in the process.

When Harry landed on the front steps of Grimmauld place his knees gave out, causing him to hit the floor hard. He gasped, trying desperately to breathe but ache in his chest making it excruciatingly painful. The case in his hand left abandoned as his hand came to pull at the constricting clothes on his chest, his other hand finding its way into his hair, gripping at the strands. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears and his head was throbbing. 

Flashes of his parents started going through his head, his mind conjuring up the image of them dying at the hands of Voldemort.

_ His father was standing there, wand in hand ready to battle off the evil that was endangering his family, the door blasted open with a bang and there he was, his face snake like and pale, his red eyes piercing into his soul. Before he could even get a spell out there was a flash of green light and he fell limply to the floor.  _

_ All the while his mother was upstairs trying to barricade the door against the inevitable, she ran over to the crib where Harry was, crying loudly. She tried to calm him down but there was a second blast and the door exploded and in came the cold feeling of dread and death. _

_ She stood tall, her body shielding her child even though she knew it was no use. “Please… Leave him be, take me instead. You don’t have to hurt him, please kill me instead..” She was pleading in vain. Her arms out wide, trying desperately to block his path.  _

_ “You’re pathetic, such a waste..” His voice was high and cold. He raised his wand and she started screaming but was soon cut off by the quick hand of death. The only sound left in the room was the one of Harry himself, crying loudly still from inside his crib. Voldemort crept forward, his wand still raised in the air.  _

_ “You’ll be quiet soon enough..” Voldemort whispered. “Avada Kedavra..” There was another flash of green light but this time it was followed with a bang and Voldemort himself yelling in agony.  _

Harry struggled, his hand clawing desperately at his chest, shaking his head violently trying to rid his mind of the awful images that were still there. He was still on the front steps of Grimmauld place and even though there were protection wards all around and no one could see him, he still felt a sense of vulnerability being out in the open and it only added to his growing panic. 

His hand shot out and the front door swung open, he crawled forward trying to make it inside and he felt his head get more fuzzy with every motion. The edges of the room were starting to blur away, somewhere far away he heard the door shut behind him. 

He couldn’t do this anymore, just thinking about them was enough to cause a panic attack, how was he supposed to go back to Hogwarts and face everything that happened there. All the memories of everyone dying because he wasn’t fast enough, he couldn’t destroy all the horcruxes quick enough. He knows no one blames him but it didn’t mean he didn’t blame himself for what happened. So many people died and it was all his fault.

Spots were appearing rapidly in front of his eyes and his hands couldn’t hold him up any longer, arms giving in, he hit the floor, turning to curl into a fetal position on the floor.

_ Why?  _ He thought.  _ Why did he have to feel this pain? Hadn’t he gone through enough or maybe this was his punishment. He couldn’t save everyone and he was being punished for it. It would make sense it was his fault. Everyone tried to tell him that he was a savior but he didn’t see it that way. Sure he had defeated Voldemort but at what costs, so many people were injured and killed it didn’t feel like a win.  _

_ The pain he was feeling was literally killing him, this wasn’t worth it anymore. Most times he wished that he had actually died when he was hit with the killing curse in the forest but he had chosen to keep fighting to end the war once and for all.  _

He felt the tears streaming down his face and he choked, trying desperately to take a breath in and this time succeeding, the air reached his aching lungs and the pain started to ease a little. The spots started to go away and the room stopped spinning. 

Harry layed there until his breathing completely evened out and the tears stopped running. He sighed heavily and pushed himself up into a sitting position and leaned against the wall. He looked to the muggle clock that was hanging on the wall and did a double take because it was nearly five in the afternoon, he hadn’t been aware of how much time had actually passed.

He stood up and ran his hands through his hair, making it stick up more than normal. He looked at the briefcase that was left abandoned on the floor and frowned thinking back to his little chat with the Malfoy family. He cursed himself, he couldn’t believe that he had lost his composure in front of them. He waved his hand and sent the case to his study and made his way to the staircase to go up to his room, the room that used to belong to Sirius when he lived here. 

When Harry had moved in he knew immediately that he was going to be staying in that room, it made him feel closer to his late godfather. 

Harry made it to the top of the stairs and walked to his room, pushing open the door. The room itself wasn’t huge but it was pretty decent, the walls were a warm colour and the floors were dark hardwood.

Harry hadn’t taken down anything of Sirius’s so there was a big Gryffindor flag that hung above the bed in the center of the room. Muggle concert tickets that littered the wall, along with stickers that were slightly peeling. Harry smiled a little because he remembered when Sirius told him the stories of those tickets. Lily had told Sirius about muggle rock bands and had forced him to listen to them, Sirius in turn had fallen in love with them and had forced her to take him to every concert they could find. 

He looked towards the closet that was slightly ajar and he walked over to it, he hadn’t been able to open it and go through it because it had been too soon after the passing of Sirius. Harry slid his hand through his hair and grabbed the handle of the door. 

_ Now or never.  _ He thought.

He opened the door and was met with the strong scent of Sirius, it was so strong that made his eyes prickle with tears again but he wiped them away, willing himself to breathe normally. 

The closet, like the room wasn’t huge but a decent size, there was a rod that had shirts and jackets hanging and a shelf with pants folded on it. Harry smiled again because it was a muggle closet and he knew that Sirius had put it in just to get at his parents who were strictly pureblood. There wasn’t many colours in the closet, mostly black with some greys, there was a few golds and reds mixed in but not much. 

Harry grabbed a random shirt from the hanger and looked at the front of it.  _ Mayday Parade _ . It read. Harry shrugged off his robes and threw them towards his trunk, he pulled off the undershirt he was wearing and slid the band shirt on. The shirt was nearly a perfect fit and he smiled, a warm feeling blossoming in his chest.

Harry slipped off his pants as well and grabbed one of Sirius’s at random, he slid them on and found that they fit perfectly as well. He looked down and saw that they were plain black skinny jeans with patches on the knees. He felt a weird sense of security wearing Sirius’s old clothes, it made him feel better. 

He continued going through the clothes seeing which ones fit and which ones didn’t, the clothes that didn’t fit he left in the closet and the ones that did fit he neatly folded and packed them away into his truck. He wanted to bring the clothes with him to Hogwarts, to have something to remind him of Sirius while he was away. 

Harry started going through the drawers that were also filled with Sirius’s things and found a pair dark tinted sunglasses, cautiously he slid of his own glasses and slipped on the darker ones. He looked to the mirror in the corner of the room and gasped a little, he didn’t look like himself anymore, he looked like a regular muggle. 

His hair was long enough to where it covered his scar, the clothes were completely different from his wizarding ones. The pants hugged his legs and the shirt was just a little bit bigger than he was but it still looked really good. There was a scar that was on his shoulder that ran down his arm and past the length of his sleeves, it was from the dragon he fought in the Triwizard Tournament back in his fourth year. He struggled through, knowing that no one would be able to recognize him from a scar on his arm. 

He reveled in his new appearance, thinking about how this could give him space away from being _ The Harry Potter _ that everyone wanted to see and gawk at. Smiling to himself he put his normal glasses back on but decided against changing his clothes, as he shut the closet door his stomach growled. He had to think about the last time he had actually eaten something but couldn’t come up with it, sighing he made his way back down the stairs to get something to eat but before he could enter the kitchen there was a tapping on the window, Harry spun around in alarm and saw an owl there. He stared at it in confusion, he had never seen that owl before but made his way over to it anyways.

He opened his window a little hesitantly and let the owl inside. The owl was a light brown barn owl with dark brown eyes, Harry held out his arm and the owl landed. He carefully untied the letter from its leg and the owl took off back through the window, leaving Harry to look after it. He shook his head and looked down at the letter in his hands, he flipped it over and read the address on the front, his eyes widening in shock.

_ To: Harry Potter at 12th Grimmauld Place _

_ From: Narcissa Malfoy at Malfoy Manor _

 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Who else likes the idea of Harry wearing Sirius's muggle band clothes and skinny jeans?? I've had this idea since I ready the books and I finally get to write it out. Anyways if you wanna get into my mood of the chapter I was actually listeing to the band Mayday Parade whilst writing this chapter, my favourite song is Three Cheers for Five Years. Okay let me know how you guys liked it, what you wanna see happen. Oh and how do you guys feel about Harry getting a letter from Narcissa Malfoy? I have something planned for that! Next chapter is going to be a little different so get ready! Also how did you guys feel about the flashback Harry had of his parents?  
> Thats all for this week, chapter 4 will be out next weekend! 
> 
> XOXO~Alex_Marie

**Author's Note:**

> Hey guys! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Criticism and feedback is greatly appriciated. Also if you have any requests for the story just let me know and I'll try and get it in there. Anyways hope you guys enjoy!
> 
> XOXO~Alex Marie


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